“I’m going to be the talk of campus,” she mutters. “And I am not a girl who enjoys the limelight.”
I glance at Kane before answering her.
“That’s what we like about you.”
She frowns.
“You’re not trying to get with us for fame or fortune,” I add. “You’re just… real.”
She freezes.
Then narrows her eyes.
“Oh,” she says slowly. “So that’s what I have to do to get you both to stop pursuing me? Become like them?”
She gestures vaguely toward the sorority section of the dining hall.
“Noted. Sorority makeover. Booking it now.”
Both of us groan in unison.
“Don’t you dare,” Kane mutters.
She smiles — triumphant — and backs away toward the exit.
“Behave,” she throws over her shoulder.
And then she’s gone.
The room exhales.
Whispers resume at full volume.
Phones tilt.
Speculation spikes.
Kane steps beside me.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
Then he nudges my shoulder.
“You up for some dessert?”
I bark out a laugh.
“Always.”
We clap each other on the back like nothing just happened.
Like we’re not both pursuing the same woman.
Like this isn’t the most insane dynamic on campus.
Across the room, I can feel the confusion.
What the hell is wrong with them?
